Hark, Hear the Bells!

Christmas Eve. Enjoying the annual fight with my mother on the evening before Christ's birthday. Joy. So I'm taking refuge down here at the spiffy computer.
The past few days have been enjoyable. I have lots of money! YAYAYAY! That's a nice change, I can tell you. So today, bright and early, we went Christmas shopping. I got Dave something, stuff for my mother-of-step...sister, mother...and I know what I'm getting my dad, but I have to go back for it. And a tiny-wee something for myself. Hehehehe! I couldn't resist! It's a keychain of Tomoyo from Card Captor Sakura, and it's not Chibi. It's like a tiny doll. But I had to Krazee Gloo part of it when I got home. By the way, always Krazee Gloo with gloves on, because it was upsetting to see a piece of my skin still stuck to the tube.
So what else? Oh! YEAH! Have you ever had that thing, where there is a song that you hear on the radio or something and you absolutely adore it, but you can't remember who it's by, how it goes, or what it's called? Well, I had that, except I knew it was Green Day. So I went to Future Shop and did their nifty little song-checker thing, and I had a hunch it was on the American Idiot CD, and it was! Turned out, the song was "Boulevard of Broken Dreams". Sooooo good!
Speaking of sooooo good, Dave not only bought me flowers-no one has ever done that for me before-but he got me a present, which was completely unneccessary, as I already have everything I want for Christmas. Anyway, he told me not to open in until Christmas Day. So I didn't. But he didn't say I couldn't poke, prod, shake, or smell it. So for the past day and a half I've been trying to guess. I didn't shake it too hard, incase it's breakable. But tomorrow we don't get to open gifts until Meagan gets home from work at 3:00. Damnation! Oh well, it's not about the presents...but I really want to know what I got!!! Teheheee!
You know what's really creepy? Going into La Senza to purchase some panties and a cute nightshirt (currently wearing...so cayuuute!) there was a guy who was...physically dirty. Like he hadn't bathed on purpose. And ripped up painty jeans. Buying neglegie, consisting of about 3 cm square of pink silk, big fluffy pink pom-poms for the bra bit, and a fluffly pink thong. I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. I mean, he's probably a really nice guy, buying something fancy for his wife for Christmas...but still...dirty men in ladies underwear stores is a little creepy.
I ought to go. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Musical Quote of the Day

"Are we
We are
Are we
We are
Are we
We are the waiting"

-Green Day CD: American Idiot Track: Um...not sure, the CD is upstairs..um...5 or 6 Title: We Are The Waiting (another fabulous song!)